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I've tried all of these Doughnutman...none open the chatroom.
I'm beginning to think Mom sent me the wrong keys on purpose. Of course, she may have good reason to keep me out.
I offered to pay for the cleaning expenses and replace the furniture after my last episode rendered most of the chatroom furniture and carpeting rather unappealing. You say "Hustle never has a bad day?" It sure had a bad one that particular day. I tried my darndest to make it to the john...it was locked. None of the keys fit.
It wasn't all my fault. Heck, there would have been hardly any damage at all if 20dad hadn't come by with that warm cream soda. He knows very well what happens when I tie into a case of that tepid brew.
And by the way, The Rug Doctor? He's a quack!
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I've tried all of these Doughnutman...none open the chatroom.
I'm beginning to think Mom sent me the wrong keys on purpose. Of course, she may have good reason to keep me out.
I offered to pay for the cleaning expenses and replace the furniture after my last episode rendered most of the chatroom furniture and carpeting rather unappealing. You say "Hustle never has a bad day?" It sure had a bad one that particular day. I tried my darndest to make it to the john...it was locked. None of the keys fit.
It wasn't all my fault. Heck, there would have been hardly any damage at all if 20dad hadn't come by with that warm cream soda. He knows very well what happens when I tie into a case of that tepid brew.
And by the way, The Rug Doctor? He's a quack!
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Don't worry gotwood. it is over now.
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I know, I know. For me, it always is.
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I know, I know. For me, it always is.
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Michael, you didn't really have trouble getting into the chat room, did you? Just checking...
Julie
Julie
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No Mom. I was joking...imagine that!
I have been in the chat room a total of about five times since becoming a member. That is four more than the number of fingers I type with. My single digit typing, along with the chief culprit, my addled brain, makes me a rather slow moving target whilst in the chat room. Sadly, even my purchase of this stylish bulletproof vest hasn't given me the confidence to lounge around in there.
The fact that I don't like getting dressed up makes wearing the vest even less of a possibility. It wasn't money totally wasted though. Since it is the fanciest piece of clothing in my quite dingy wardrobe I did wear it to a wedding reception recently. What a wise selection that vest turned out to be that night!
The evening got a little rough after I grabbed the DJ's mic and started singing (wailing really) some ethnic ditty that obviously didn't sit well with the bride's family. Hey...you learn something new everyday! Or night. Who knew the word curmudgeon, or something that sounds like that, could raise so many hackles?
The joint was jumping before I was half way through. Thank goodness for that Kevlar® infused vest...that and their aim made lousy by the liquor! They threw it all at me. Reminiscent of the scene from The Blues Brothers when the band is playing at Bob's Country Bunker. The only difference, of course, is that I didn't have the benefit of any chicken wire.
Wine goblets? Shards slid right off. Silverware? Sent jingle-jangling to the floor. Ikebana centerpieces? Harmless as a rice cake. Pats of butter? Pathetic! Dinner rolls? Rolling with laughter. Ham bone? Rather startling since ham wasn't served. Wedding cake? Left a nasty stain is all. And the pieces they launched that flew above the vest? Truth be told, not bad ...a bit too much lard in the icing, but the blueberries and cream cheese filling made the evening all worthwhile.
The dry cleaner didn't like me much. He said that vest snapped three drive belts. He'll have to tone down his advertising boast..."Got a stain? Feel no pain! It's down the drain! Any stain only $4.95." I even had a Senior Citizen Tuesday Only 20% Off coupon...he muttered something at me. Sounded like curmudgeon.
So to recap Mom...no. I didn't have any trouble accessing the chat room. I'm just nine fingers and a pound or two of vital gray matter short of being able to defend myself properly.
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No Mom. I was joking...imagine that!
I have been in the chat room a total of about five times since becoming a member. That is four more than the number of fingers I type with. My single digit typing, along with the chief culprit, my addled brain, makes me a rather slow moving target whilst in the chat room. Sadly, even my purchase of this stylish bulletproof vest hasn't given me the confidence to lounge around in there.
- Artist's depiction. Object is larger (or more plump) in real life.
The fact that I don't like getting dressed up makes wearing the vest even less of a possibility. It wasn't money totally wasted though. Since it is the fanciest piece of clothing in my quite dingy wardrobe I did wear it to a wedding reception recently. What a wise selection that vest turned out to be that night!
The evening got a little rough after I grabbed the DJ's mic and started singing (wailing really) some ethnic ditty that obviously didn't sit well with the bride's family. Hey...you learn something new everyday! Or night. Who knew the word curmudgeon, or something that sounds like that, could raise so many hackles?
The joint was jumping before I was half way through. Thank goodness for that Kevlar® infused vest...that and their aim made lousy by the liquor! They threw it all at me. Reminiscent of the scene from The Blues Brothers when the band is playing at Bob's Country Bunker. The only difference, of course, is that I didn't have the benefit of any chicken wire.
Wine goblets? Shards slid right off. Silverware? Sent jingle-jangling to the floor. Ikebana centerpieces? Harmless as a rice cake. Pats of butter? Pathetic! Dinner rolls? Rolling with laughter. Ham bone? Rather startling since ham wasn't served. Wedding cake? Left a nasty stain is all. And the pieces they launched that flew above the vest? Truth be told, not bad ...a bit too much lard in the icing, but the blueberries and cream cheese filling made the evening all worthwhile.
The dry cleaner didn't like me much. He said that vest snapped three drive belts. He'll have to tone down his advertising boast..."Got a stain? Feel no pain! It's down the drain! Any stain only $4.95." I even had a Senior Citizen Tuesday Only 20% Off coupon...he muttered something at me. Sounded like curmudgeon.
So to recap Mom...no. I didn't have any trouble accessing the chat room. I'm just nine fingers and a pound or two of vital gray matter short of being able to defend myself properly.
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